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Still, he hesitated. “Marian…”
I shook my head firmly. “Forget about sin. This is destiny.”
My throat went dry with a thought I didn’t dare voice. One that said, This might be our last chance.
Tuck’s face went hard in that ready-for-battle look. Then he sucked in a breath and pulled off his belt. “You’re right.”
I flashed him a saucy smile. “I’m always right. At least, that’s what I’ll pretend tonight.”
He laughed, though it faded as I pushed my dress off my shoulders. Anticipation laced the air, and my pulse raced.
Still, I jutted my chin at him in a signal, keeping things fun.
“Oh, right,” he said, throwing off his robe.
Too bad he wore a tunic under that. A tunic with an unmistakable tent at the front.
He gulped, waiting. “Your turn.”
Candlelight swayed, and my body burned with need.
“My turn,” I agreed, letting the dress pool at my feet.
Sadly, I had a chemise under that, but my deft fingers made quick work of that. Which left me with just the long length of cloth wrapped around my breasts.
Tuck stared, his mouth open a crack. Then he gave himself a little shake and asked, “Can I help with that?”
“If I can help with those.” I grinned, indicating his breeches.
Cold air nipped at my skin as I circled the bed, but I knew that wouldn’t last long. Tuck met me at the foot of the bed, where I raised my arms.
“Be my guest.”
Without a word, he held the cloth as I turned in slow, sensual circles. Dancing, almost, in his arms.
When the last section of cloth fell away, the cold made my nipples peak. Well, maybe not just the cold.
His breeches followed that cloth to the floor, and I raised his hands to my chest.
“Tonight, dear knight, this maiden is all yours.”
Chapter Fourteen
TUCK
Up to the time Marian took my hands, a thousand emotions battled for my soul. But the moment I touched her soft skin, all I felt was desire.
One minute, we were standing there, getting acquainted in the best possible way. The next, we were on the bed, intertwined.
“Tuck…” Marian whispered exactly the way she had in my dreams.
I inhaled her breast — or tried to, massaging the tip with my tongue. I traced her curves, marveling at her smooth, creamy skin, from her chest to her belly, then her legs…
Her hands slid purposefully down my rear, pressing me close. She wound her legs around me, opening to my touch. And touch I did, circling with my hand.
“Yes,” she moaned, throwing her head back.
If this was the road to eternal damnation, I was all in.
